Ever since his rebirth, Jiang Shunnian had been carrying an immense psychological burden. He lived in constant fear that he couldn’t change the plot, that Nono would suffer the same fate again. Every day, he was tormented by anxiety, too terrified to show it in front of Nono.
Nono was a sensitive and perceptive child; he would notice.
When he encountered Qin Guanyue and Qin Huan, that despair and hatred reached its peak. In his most intense moments, Jiang Shunnian had even considered buying explosives, strapping them to his body, and perishing together with Qin Guanyue and Qin Huan.
The Qin Family was such a colossal behemoth, and he was like a mere mayfly, utterly powerless to shake it.
Fortunately, his luck held. Nono’s other father was Fu Yanli, and everything about the Fu Family was so wonderful.
Tonight, hearing Fu Yanli’s promise—short yet profoundly solemn—Jiang Shunnian could feel that Fu Yanli wasn’t just placating him or speaking idly. He truly meant to do it, and he would succeed.
In the pitch-black night, Fu Yanli stood steady and reliable as a mountain, as if he could shoulder everything just by being there.
That long-lost sense of stability, of finally having someone to share the burden, made Jiang Shunnian lose all control over his emotions. The moment he turned away, tears silently streamed down his face.
Fu Yanli didn’t step forward to comfort him. Under the warm yellow light, he watched the slender youth’s shoulders tremble uncontrollably, a faint ache threading through his heart.
He must have endured so much grievance.
Jiang Shunnian felt embarrassed too—a grown man in his twenties, crying like this. But he truly couldn’t hold it back.
He was just so exhausted.
After pouring out all his emotions, a neatly folded handkerchief carrying a faint woody scent appeared before him. Fu Yanli said, “Wipe your tears. Don’t let Nono see and worry.”
“Thank you, Fu Yanli.” Jiang Shunnian’s tear-washed eyes shone bright and dazzling, like stars fallen from the sky. “I really, truly thank you.”
As Fu Yanli had predicted, Nono was extremely worried about his dad. He played with his puzzle half-heartedly.
Is Big Dad going to quiz Dad? That’s bad. Dad’s never been good at planning. Big Dad’s definitely going to be dissatisfied with us.
He wrinkled his little face, peeking toward the door repeatedly, until Shen Lingyi noticed. She walked over and scooped Nono up. “Is Nono worried about Daddy?”
“Yeah, Big Dad’s so serious. I’m afraid he doesn’t like Daddy,” Nono admitted honestly.
“He likes Nono and your daddy very much.” Shen Lingyi huffed. “If he dares not to, Grandma will punish him.”
Nono looked at Shen Lingyi with instant adoration.
Grandma’s the strongest after all!
“Thank you, Grandma!” Nono leaned in and planted a milky-scented kiss on her cheek.
Shen Lingyi’s heart swelled; she felt like she could grab Fu Yanli by the scruff and give him a beating right now.
“Nono, wouldn’t you like it if Daddy and Big Dad got together?” Shen Lingyi probed.
She desperately wanted her son and Jiang Shunnian to end up together.
But Nono had his own view: “Nono’s thoughts don’t matter. What Daddy likes is most important.”
“My good grandson, you’re just too good!” Shen Lingyi sighed.
Everyone loved obedient kids, but the most well-behaved ones were also the most heartbreaking.
Jiang Shunnian wiped away his tears and steadied his emotions before walking under the streetlamp. He tilted his face up and asked Fu Yanli if there was anything improper about him now.
Fu Yanli gazed at the strikingly beautiful man under the light, his breath hitching, then shook his head. “No.”
“Good.” Jiang Shunnian rubbed his face, relaxing his muscles. “Shall we head back?”
“Sure.”
The two returned to the living room side by side. Nono rushed over at once, scrutinizing his dad’s expression closely. His dad’s eyes were a bit red, but Nono sensed no sadness—rather, his dad seemed much happier.
Nono was puzzled. He sneakily checked Fu Yanli’s expression too, confirming no anger, and only then relaxed.
At such a young age, he was already worried his little heart out for his dad.
Seeing the tiny bundle at his feet, Fu Yanli couldn’t help but soften inside. He negotiated with Nono, “Nono, may I hold you?”
Nono nodded obediently. “Sure, Big Dad.”
Fu Yanli bent down and effortlessly lifted Nono up.
Nono felt a whoosh—he was suddenly way up off the ground.
“Big Dad,” Nono said cautiously, negotiating with him. “I’ll decide on my study direction these next few days.”
“No rush. Nono, whenever you have any questions or needs in the future, you can always come to Big Dad,” Fu Yanli said warmly.
Nono nodded. “Then can Big Dad practice oral English with me?”
It was his usual study time, but he’d skipped it out of worry for his dad. His little OCD was starting to itch.
Fu Yanli nodded. “Of course.”
Jiang Shunnian bowed his head guiltily. My oral English… is terrible.
So the father and son headed to Nono’s dedicated study room to practice. Jiang Shunnian, sticky from crying earlier, wanted to shower first.
He hadn’t planned to stay overnight, so he had no change of clothes. But Shen Boheng smiled and said, “Mr. Jiang, Madam has already had me buy some essentials. They’re in the walk-in closet, washed and dried. Feel free to use them.”
Jiang Shunnian marveled once more at the Fu Family’s thoughtfulness.
His bedroom had a spacious en-suite bathroom with a round white bathtub. Stepping in, a faint citrus scent relaxed him instantly.
Jiang Shunnian skipped the tub for a quick shower. After drying off and wrapping a towel around himself, he went to the walk-in closet. Sure enough, it was stocked with clothes—all in his exact size, even the underwear fitting perfectly.
He picked a light blue tie-front robe, silky and smooth, light and cool on his skin.
He stepped out to check on Nono’s progress and ran into Shen Boheng carrying a midnight snack.
“Mr. Jiang.” Shen Boheng greeted him with a smile.
“Uncle Shen, just call me Shunnian.” Jiang Shunnian already felt close to him. The warmth he’d felt at the Fu Family today surpassed the total from his twenty-six years prior.
“Alright, Shunnian.” Shen Boheng switched seamlessly, smiling. “Young Master skipped dinner, so I had the kitchen prepare some snacks. I wasn’t sure if I should interrupt. Could you deliver it for me, Shunnian?”
Jiang Shunnian was heading there anyway, so he nodded. “No problem. Hand it over.”
He took the tray to Nono’s door, knocked, and heard a low “Come in.” He pushed the door open.
At the spacious adjustable desk, Nono sat in his kid’s chair with study materials. Fu Yanli lounged on the sofa nearby. The big and small turned toward him together—their similar brows and eyes even wore matching expressions—giving Jiang Shunnian a bizarre sense of a family of three.
“Daddy!” Nono hopped down nimbly and ran over with a grin. “Let me tell you, Big Dad’s English is amazing. Even better than the learning machine.”
Jiang Shunnian didn’t doubt it. This was the guy who’d quiz a three-year-old on career paths—an elite-educated CEO fluent in eight languages.
“Then study hard with Big Dad.” Jiang Shunnian set the tray on the side table and said to Fu Yanli, “Mr. Fu, Uncle Shen sent some snacks. You skipped dinner too—please have some.”
The post-shower youth had soft, warm features, rosy lips, porcelain skin faintly flushed pink. The robe’s ties cinched his waist impossibly slim—a vision of breathtaking beauty.
But Fu Yanli didn’t stare. “Thank you for the trouble.”
His every movement exuded elegant poise; even eating was a pleasing sight. Nono watched curiously—he’d never seen such table manners and wanted to imitate.
Jiang Shunnian thought Fu Yanli’s aura was perfect, just like a TV drama’s rich heir. He might land such a role someday; might as well study up close.
He thought his gaze was subtle, but Fu Yanli sensed it all.
For the first time, Fu Yanli found eating difficult. His chewing rhythm faltered. After swallowing, he helplessly set down his chopsticks. “Shunnian, what’s wrong?”
“Keep eating.” Jiang Shunnian answered honestly. “I want to learn how a noble young master from a wealthy family eats. Might need it for acting someday.”
Fu Yanli: “…”
Fine. Time to perform.
After that contrived snack, Fu Yanli barely remembered what he’d eaten. He wanted to chat more with Jiang Shunnian when Nono covered his mouth with a tiny yawn.
Nono had napped midday but burned energy splashing in the pool all afternoon, so drowsiness hit early.
Jiang Shunnian scooped up his kid. “Mr. Fu, I’ll take Nono to bed.”
“Alright. Need any help?” Fu Yanli asked.
He was reluctant to end the day’s time together.
But Jiang Shunnian missed the reluctance, assuming politeness, and declined. “No need. You’ve had a long day too. I can handle Nono. Good night, Mr. Fu.”
“Good night.”
“Big Dad, good night,” Nono said politely.
“Nono, good night.”
Fu Yanli could only watch Jiang Shunnian carry the kid away.
Jiang Shunnian always slept with Nono. Though a kids’ room was prepared, he worried about Nono adjusting, so he brought him to his own.
Nono nestled into the soft bed, rubbing his chubby cheek against the pillow. Half-lidded, he murmured, “Daddy, I was so happy today.”
“Because Grandpa, Grandma, and Big Dad all like Nono so much?” Jiang Shunnian’s voice was impossibly gentle.
“Mm.” Nono’s pretty big eyes slowly closed. “But I like Daddy most.”
He drifted off.
Jiang Shunnian kissed his soft cheek with a smile.
Surrounded by milky scent, Jiang Shunnian fell asleep too.
Early next morning, they woke. Jiang Shunnian dressed himself and Nono before heading downstairs—right into Fu Yanli returning from his workout.
He wore black athletic gear, sweat-soaked and clinging to hormone-laden muscle lines. His dampened features looked sharper, more strikingly handsome, radiating peak masculine allure.
But Jiang Shunnian barely reacted, greeting him with a smile, no dodging. “Morning, Mr. Fu.”
Bad news: Jiang Shunnian might not be gay. Good news… none.
Shen Lingyi stifled a laugh nearby. Her son had rarely peacocked, only to fail spectacularly—the other man hadn’t even noticed.
After breakfast, Shen Lingyi urged them to the private hospital for checkups. Nono stayed at the Fu Residence to study calligraphy with Fu Shizhang, so Jiang Shunnian went with Fu Yanli.
Fu Yanli drove himself—no chauffeur. Jiang Shunnian sat shotgun, sensing Fu Yanli’s mood seemed low.
He wanted a topic, but they weren’t close.
Easy fix: talk about Nono. Kids were foolproof.
As he opened his mouth, his phone rang—an unknown local number. Jiang Shunnian answered casually. “Hello, who’s this?”
“Jiang Shunnian.” Qin Guanyue’s sickeningly cloying voice came through, making Jiang Shunnian tense up instantly. “Come to Bulton Hotel, room 8808 tonight. Otherwise, those two dramas you shot? Not a single minute of your footage airs. And that family variety show—you’ll be announced as withdrawing due to illness. Jiang Shunnian, you wouldn’t want something to happen to that precious son of yours, would you?”
“Qin Guanyue! If you dare touch my son, I’ll fight you to the death!” Jiang Shunnian’s fingers gripped the phone white-knuckled. He wanted to hang up, but his arm wouldn’t obey—rage stripping his bodily control again.
Just then, a slender hand snatched the phone.
Fu Yanli hit speaker. “President Qin, this is Fu Yanli.”
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